Such a fucking tease.
White-knuckling the counter, I angle my hips forward into Harlow’s warm body. She strokes the inside of my thigh, and I bite my lip. She stops shy of my underwear and squeezes my thigh, making my legs tremble.
“Please,” I gasp.
“Oh, now you have manners?” she asks. “Where were they in your room yesterday, hm?”
She dips her fingers into my panties, and I grab a fistful of the back of her shirt as I push my body impossibly closer to her touch.
“You know I’ll have to punish you for acting like you did.”
She palms my center, and I let out a needy whine.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Her voice is raw and husky. “You’d like me to punish you. And you’d beg formore.”
“Yes,” I rasp.
She presses against my clit. My head falls back, and she has to cover my mouth with her free hand to muffle my moan as she rubs soft circles on my clit.
“Fuck. Yes, Harlow, please. Do whatever you want to me.”
Harlow groans and bends down to suck lightly on my neck. I writhe under her touch, my body trembling for more. There’s distant laughter from down the hall I barely register, but Harlow stiffens. Before I can blink, she whips her hand back and rushes to the door of the pantry, leaving me panting and uncomfortably wet.
“Fuck. What—Where’re you going?” I ask.
“Now you’re forgiven.” She winks, and I could scream.
Is she fucking serious?
“Have a safe flight home.”
She leaves without giving me a chance to respond or tell her I’ll still be in town until the first.
Chapter Five
I’ve never been more thankful that I always travel with a small vibrator disguised to look like lipstick.
I wore that damn battery out before being forced to switch to my fingers. Harlow left me in that pantry an uncomfortably wet mess. I couldn’t lock myself in my bedroom fast enough.
Part of me is mortified at how desperately I wanted her to take me right then and there with my family in the next room, but the other half of me finds it kind of hot. The danger—the risk—in possibly being caught at any second is something I never thought I’d be into, but I guess Harlow is introducing me to many things I never knew I’d like before.
I sigh, annoyed all over again. That asshole. She tortured me as payback? Well, nowI’mpissed ather. Ugh, it’s a damn shame I’ll never see her again. With our combined attitudes, we could have so much fun together.
Now, it’s two days later, and I’m sitting in the living room watching a movie with my family when I get a text from my best friend Em.
Em:
The hell, dude?! You’re in town for days and we still haven’t hung out?? I’m beginning to question this friendship.
I smile while I text back.
Lily:
Stop being so dramatic. I’m free tonight.
Em:
Perfect! We’re going to GAYme night.
